Coming Soon...
Below you will find a teaser for the first chapter of my upcoming story, Dream Warriors. It was a story that I started back in 2018 on my old account but never finished. The masterlist will go live Saturday, March 30. The first chapter will go up the following Saturday, April 6th. Every chapter will be posted on Saturdays. I will start a taglist for the story if anyone would like to get updates. Thank you for all your support so far!! Enjoy.
“Dean,” you mumble, slowly drawing from a dream. You slide your hand across the mattress slowly, eyes still closed, and smile when you reach the body next to you. It shifts, turning towards you, and you open your eyes. The deep brown eyes of your husband’s meet yours and you blink, forcing the remnants of the strange dream away quickly.
“You say something?” He asks, voice still thick with sleep. You force a smile and shake your head.
“Must have been mumbling in my sleep,” you tell him. He nods and rolls onto his back, closing his eyes again. You bite your lip, pushing yourself up to rest on your elbow, and look down at him. “Ya know…we’ve got about half an hour before we have to be up.” He nods, eyes still closed.
“I know. Why do you think I’m trying to go back to sleep?” He asks. You frown, dejected, and throw the covers off of yourself as you roll out of the bed. “Where are you going?” He asks with a sigh.
“I’m taking my shower,” you tell him, making your way across the master bedroom to the bathroom. You close and lock the door behind you before starting to undress.
When you’d married Jackson Rawlings about two years ago, you hadn’t expected the honeymoon phase of your marriage to be over so quickly. But when you’d told him you were pregnant the day after the wedding, it practically ended then and there. However, if little Ella was the only good thing to come from this marriage, it would have been worth it. She’d recently turned one and from the first moment you’d held her in your arms, she’d been then apple of your eye.
A knock on the bathroom door pulls you away from your thoughts as you work the conditioner into your hair.
“Y/N, Ella’s up,” Jackson calls through the door. You frown and slide the shower door open.
“Can you get her?” You call back to your husband.
“Can’t. Gotta go in early,” he says. You sigh and move back under the water, rinsing your hair out quickly. “And I’ll probably be late. Got another staff meeting.”
“Again?” You ask, shutting the water off. “That’s the third one this week.”
“What do you want me to say, Y/N? We’re redoing the curriculum for the entire English department. I have to be there,” he says from the other side of the door. You can hear Ella’s cries coming from the baby monitor near your bed so you wrap a towel around yourself quickly and step into the bedroom.
“I know. It’s just -,” Jackson cuts you off with a quick kiss on your cheek.
“Bye,” he says before rushing from the room. You frown as you stare after him.
“Bye,” you mumble, shaking your head slightly. You make your way across the hall to the nursery and click the light on. “There’s Mommy’s pretty girl,” you coo as you cross the room. She’s standing in the crib, holding on to the railing as she cries. You tuck the edge of your towel in carefully to keep it tightly around you before pulling her from the crib.
“Mama,�� she whimpers, laying her head on your damp shoulder. You smile and press a kiss to her thin tuft of hair.
“Can Mama get dressed before breakfast?” You ask. She lets out a whine and you sigh, nodding. “Breakfast it is.” You carry her down the stairs and into the kitchen, depositing the infant into her high chair. You’re just about to start making her infant oatmeal when there’s a knock at the front door. You groan as you look down at yourself, still wrapped in the towel. “Coming,” you call, trying to pull the towel around you a little tighter. Ella starts to cry from her high chair as you rush from the kitchen to the front door. You pull the door open and can’t help the wide smile that spreads across your face.
“Mornin’ Gorgeous,” Dean Winchester, your childhood best friend, greets you. His eyes roam down your towel-clad body then back up to your face slowly. “Ya know, I generally have a rule against married women but…”
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